He saw me in a yellow dress,
And yellow became his favorite color.
But when he saw her in a green dress,
He saw that color everywhere.

Physically, I'm okay, emotionally I am colder than any winter.

Controlled by our feelings,
We often deal with a lot of bleeding,
Cast away and shut out to deal with our healing,
Never truly finding the meaning,
Of our bruise hearts often peeling.

I hate you.
I hate that you took something from me.
I hate that I no longer feel like myself.
I hate that I can't trust myself.
I hate that after all these years, I'm still trapped.
Trapped by these hurting thoughts and memories.
I hate you.
You gave me everything I wanted,
Everything I'v ever asked for and more,
And took it all away.

Arent we all black butterflies?
The outcast of the world, getting brutalize
We preach & sing innocent
But the system leaves us in abandonment

Arent we all black butterflies?
They tell us to act civilize
So the cops wont atagonize
But is it our fault they wont compromise?

Aren't we all black butterflies?
Constantly being treated like criminals
They probably wish they can put us in tunnels
Tuck away from society
Without taking any accountability

'Is my freakiness too much,' you ask
'I haven't decided yet,' I say
I guess my answer was a challenge for you.
You held down my wrist and pull my pants down.
In your world, this is being freaky.
In my world, this is ****.